Meanwhile at the gates of Markarth...
Shadow-Tail marched in front of his army as the gate guards readied for their assault. "Fools! They can not stand before my army!" Shadow-Tail raised his sword to the gate captain that stood on top of the gate wall. "Hear me, city of lies! I am Shadow-Tail, leader of this Striker force!" The guards backed away. Shadow-Tail smiled as he could see the fear in their eye's. "You my have heard of the Strikers, but this is not the lowlife scum that have ravaged these lands! I trained these men myself! This is my holy army of justice, and your city is the first to fall from my crusade! Charge my Army! For Sanctuary!" He's men roared and charged, shacking the earth as they marched forward. The front guards were cut down in seconds, and the archers on the walls were meet with a hail of arrows from archers of his own. The captain ran out of his sight as a force of hired wizards blasted the gate door down with a united fireball that was more powerful then any giants club. As gate door shot forward, his army charged past him and into the city with a single goal. To kill and burn the wicked, and all this realm was guilty. "So the first city falls..."